tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14473417.post9014709226274576056..comments2024-03-28T03:31:42.278-07:00Comments on Chiron: All of UsRoryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08483616030072739190noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14473417.post-61376900270895410802010-08-02T20:08:08.910-07:002010-08-02T20:08:08.910-07:00LIMITED (by Carl Sandburg)
I AM riding on a limit...LIMITED (by Carl Sandburg)<br /><br />I AM riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains<br />of the nation.<br />Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze and dark air<br />go fifteen all-steel coaches holding a thousand people.<br />(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and all the men<br />and women laughing in the diners and sleepers shall<br />pass to ashes.)<br />I ask a man in the smoker where he is going and he<br />answers: "Omaha."Mike H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/10220161743614973531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14473417.post-6732955593112070042010-07-30T11:59:42.942-07:002010-07-30T11:59:42.942-07:00I concur with Lise. Remember, Rory -- lion prints...I concur with Lise. Remember, Rory -- lion prints.<br /><br />I love the way you encourage your readers so subtly; everything you write inspires hope and assures us our flaws are not beyond repair.Tiffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14353406161801417939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14473417.post-82423240965080951192010-07-30T09:47:14.970-07:002010-07-30T09:47:14.970-07:00"Then death, pale skin and flesh of cold and ..."Then death, pale skin and flesh of cold and clammy meat.<br /><br />Then the meat rots."<br /><br />Aw, c'mon, why you want to sugar-coat it that way?<br /><br />Ever hear the Hearse Song? Last verse -- and imagine it with a chorus of "Dead, dead, dead, dead/ dead, dead, dead, dead ..."<br /><br />The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out, the worms play pinochle on your snout/they eat your eyes, they eat your nose, they eat the jelly between your toes/they spread it on a piece of bread -- and that's what happens after you're dead.<br /><br />Dead, dead, dead, dead ...<br /><br />I've always though Isaiah 40:6, "all flesh is grass."<br />Or George Harrison's "All Things Must Pass," to be more elegant, but there is that bottom line ...Steve Perryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12079658447270792228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14473417.post-67441135807701762812010-07-29T12:25:05.101-07:002010-07-29T12:25:05.101-07:00Very nice Rory.
You are not lucky with your child...Very nice Rory. <br />You are not lucky with your children you raised strong children, human beings.<br />Getting old is not that scary. Be all that you are meant to be (sounds like an army commercial) and you will have no regrets. If the world is a better place because you were in it, you can't be anymore immortal than thatLise Steenersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05040510534717038918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14473417.post-83416634346689337802010-07-29T11:22:20.478-07:002010-07-29T11:22:20.478-07:00One Dad to another - that was beautifully written....One Dad to another - that was beautifully written.VChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09303840304873052068noreply@blogger.com